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A sea of black umbrellas covers the grounds of the Gotham Cemetery held by various men and women all dressed in expensive black suits. A heavy rainfall proceeds to crash down upon the ground washing away loose dirt, and making the ground a bit of a muddy mess, but the people in attendance don't seem to mind all that much. The casket has already been brought out, the showing finished, and now it's only time to enter the body.

At the edge of the group stands Jason Lucky a cigarette stuck into the corner of his mouth. He's still got that briefcase of his in one hand, and his nicest suit worn on his person. In the other hand is an Umbrella much like any other in the crowd, his face cold, and stern.

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Fenris does at least have the good grace not to portal right into the middle of the funeral. He arrives unnoticed by most (save a chill down their spine most would attribute to the cold or the cemetary itself) in his usual fashion. Something, as they say, is not right here and while this is a good place for the usual brand of 'not right' Fenris deals with a lot, it's a bit dismaying to find it in broad daylight with an active funeral happening. Okay, Old Wolf, focus. Disrupt the summoning, leave. These people have problems enough.

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"Jack" A familiar voice calls out towards Fenris from the crowd of almost identical looking suits, a sort of deeper pitched Tom Waits sound-alike voice belonging to a very familiar aura. Jason knows that feeling, more or less, and he's curious to know what the wolf-man might have need of at a time like this. He turns around trying to look for a sign of a giant talking wolf.

Of in the distance it sounds like the eulogies are already being read for whoever this funeral happens to be for. People in the crowd quieting down as the rainfall keeps up a steady pace, proving that they couldn't have picked a worse time for this little burial.

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Giant Talking Wolves are fun. But they don't blend so well which is why, as is often the case, today Fenris is 'Jeremiah Wolfson'. He does turn to look in the direction of the voice. He hasn't gone by 'Jack' in several decades so it's most likely a case of mistaken identity. Which he'll clear up as politely as he can as his senses quest out, searching for a telltale weakening in the veil between worlds. Every summoning worries at it and while it would take many hundreds of thousands to tear it enough to do something by itself, it's a cumulative effect and to be stopped if possible. Plus demons running around, well, Elder Spawn, are almost always bad.

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It's not exactly a long time searching before Fenris is able to spot a rather small hole in the veil, not just a weakening, but a fully fledged hole though it's hard to see much for the rather heavy black aura. It's not very big at all, not large enough for anything to break through yet, but it's there, and someone is trying to pull it ever wider.

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Great… this isn't a summoning. It's a breach. He's not surprised that a Gotham Cemetary has one and such things can be repaired. What's key now is that he figure out who exactly is trying to widen it and stop them. There are no good reasons for widening a breach. Ever. The only reason anyone would ever do that is to make room for something otherwise too large to fit through and the things that fit that description? Well, all of them are bad. He starts to move forward, hand going to the necklace about his neck, the other for his rod.

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Well now Jason see's someone else familiar he's not exactly the man he was expecting to see, but Jason moves over to Wolfson none the less. "Ey Jack, need something?" This time he's more just looking towards what the man is holding then the man himself.

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"No…" The Old Wolf murmurs, looking around. "I need something to stop." He looks at a patch of empty air right above the casket and then whispers low to Lucky. "Everyone here is in danger. Someone is making room for something. Something from the other side. If it comes through…" Fenris won't have any choice but to stuff it back in. By Force.

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Jason calmly asks "If what comes through?" And as if on cue something does come through, the ground, something on horseback. Some scream and duck their heads, others go for their guns, but all can't help but notice a set of all white clothing a monocle and a top-hat floating on a white flying horse. It soars into the air a cold laugh filling the sky's.

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"Oy…" Is Fenris only response to Lucky as he wades through the suddenly panicked crowd. He yanks the necklace off his neck and it sprouts into a two handed sword (which he apparently only feels the need for one hand to wield). The other whips out his Gale Rod.

"Hey!" The Old Wolf snaps, trying to draw the thing's attention. "Ugly and Stylish! That's right! Over here!"

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"You take that back right now, ruffian" The floating clothing calls out from on high in a very posh sounding British accent. Sending a flash of purple light slamming into the ground beside Fenris. Whatever this thing is it apparently thinks fairly highly of its own image.

Though a fair few members of the crowd begin to open fire on the ghostly flying creature, it seems that none of the rounds actually do anything to this thing and it's horse. This leads the majority of the formerly very tough looking mobsters to just start getting out of there for some reason or another.

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Well, that got it's attention fairly effectively. The Moonsilver Shard in Fenris hand looks like a sword and for the most part acts like one. He's hoping it'll be enough to bite at this things ethereal flesh. "Come over here and make me why don't you. Halloween's not for another month!" So why is it here? Has it been called through, or just seen the breach and come through. He leaps over the crowd, his blade describing a glittering arc. "Jason, don't get caught in that breach!"

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Jason takes a look about at Fenris's words, not really understanding quite what he means. "I don't see any breach," Yes there's a lot of times that he's been involved in this kind of thing lately but that doesn't mean he understands any of it.

Gentleman Ghost swoops down firing off one bolt of purple light after the next. As a bolt of lightning flashes in the sky for a moment his hideously deformed face is visible wearing the monocle, the man looking for all intents and purposes a partially decomposed corpse "You will not sully my reputation impudent wretch!", his horse now more clearly little more then bleached white bones. "To hell with you!"

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"You first!" Fenris snarls back. Unlike his ally, the Demon Queen of Limbo, his blade does not unmake magic, so he's doing a great deal of doging which makes it difficult to get any cutting in. "It's over the casket Lucky. If you get sucked in it may be a few subjective lifetimes before I find you again." He doesn't say whose lifetimes. The word has a kind of variable meaning with Lucky.

"On that topic, if you're not otherwise engaged, I could use some help with this frou-frou son of a gun!"

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"Don't know what I can do, bullets don't seem to work," Jason calls out over the screaming, trying to make his way back through the crowds as the Gentleman ghost proceeds to just dive bomb Fenris.

"The world will rue the day it crossed me so long ago, and Gotham shall burn!" The Gentleman ghost just keeps firing off wildly occasionally hitting an innocent bystander killing them instantly. It seems that Fenris has managed to make him very angry if nothing else, so he's bound to make a mistake.

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Ugh. This isn't working. Fine. Can't be helped. Feris drops his blade and hunches over. In moments where there was a tall, lean man, there is in fact a gaint wolf. One that looks very angry. "Last change to get back in your hole before I stuff you there." Fenris doesn't wait for a reply though, leaping up at the horse with snapping jaws. His blade though… that's still in the grass and not far from Lucky at all…

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Jason knows an opportunity when he see's one, even if he's not the fastest to act on it. Keeping his head ducked low the man just runs over, swiping the sword into his hand without much effort, the only problem being that he hasn't spent much time working with a sword.

One moment the Gentleman Ghost is there, and the next he's simply gone vanishing completely out of grasp. "Think you could catch me so easily, fido?" However when he reappears in the sky it looks as if his horse has been torn clean in two, vanishing completely. "This isn't possible, you're just a knave"

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"I'm just a very upset hunter. GET DOWN HERE!" Fenris plants his feet, throws his head back and howls. The sound echos about the graveyard but it's more than just physical. Fenris' howl is one of his most underrated weapons, a thing of terror, an ancient sign that the predators of the night had been loosed. This power he unleashes on the Gentleman Ghost now, hoping Lucky can somehow make use of it.

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Feeling all too confident, Jason does the first thing that comes to mind. If they can't get this thing to come to them, he'll go to it. He reels back his hand, and throws the sword with all of his might, towards the gentleman ghost with a new found confidence from that roar that makes him feel like he can do anything.

Though a sword does not a javelin make, the sheer terror that this spectral creature fears is enough to send it running…. right into the path of the sword. Instead of harmlessly passing through the ghost it sticks out from his torso, causing him to descend, while trying to pull it out of himself.

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As the ghost descends finally into good leaping range Fanris lunges again. It's one of those animal planet shots where the predator leaps on a perfect parabolic arc with paws extended and jaws open right onto his prey. He doesn't have time to thank Lucky, but the man does good work for a guy whose only real advantage is coming back from death. Granted, it's a significant one, but Lucky needs skill and courage to do what he does. He doesn't have the strength endurance or power of true supernaturals, and that makes him all the more admirable.

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When slashed the rotting corpse clad in white simply vanishes away, leaving behind little more then a pile of gold coins, wallets, and firearms. Essentially everything that he had stolen from these people. Whatever happened to him, the gentleman ghost is completely gone. There's no sensing him, only the strong Aura from Lucky, and the small hole in the veil which has stopped growing. Be it that this creature was controlling it, or simply used it as an escape the important thing is that it can reasonably be closed now.

Jason just looks on as the Ghost man is essentially ripped out of existence, trying to get a hold on what he just did. He's not sure himself what he did mainly acting in the moment, but they've probably just saved a few lives. "Right, Jack, what in the hell was that" The fact that the funeral was somewhat devastated being a small price to pay for….. whatever they just stopped.

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"Something bad from the other side." The great black wolf growls as he turns and begins to channel his power into closing the breach. No ILM special effects for this bit. A lot of magic is like that, but Lucky can feel the area grow somehow less creepy and dead. "I'm not sure quite how it got out, but it was quite serious about burning down Gotham if it had gotten away." Beat. "Good thing you were here. Thanks for the help."

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"Yeah, good thing," Jason's voice sounds somewhat saddened, as he makes his way over to the small stack of various bits of wealth and the sword now laying on the ground. For him everything feels dead on a regular basis, so it's hard for him to tell that much of a difference, though thanks to a lot of help, he actually does notice when prior it would have been an impossibility. "Couldn't even let the kid have a proper funeral" Jason lets out a low sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose, the cemetery mostly cleared out already.

Fenris was just going to pack it in and head home, but he pauses as he leans down to pick up his sword and return it to the necklace it normally is. "Tell me about him." He says finally, as though he'd made a decision.

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The moment that the hole is closed it seems that the rain slows down to little more then a trickle. Jason picks back up his umbrella and the briefcase from where they had fallen, letting out a low sigh. "It's nothing, this funeral was for my godson," There's just something about this that really brings him down. "I was never there for him, except when he died" He's not really the crying type, Jason, so he just pops shut his umbrella, looking back over to fenris"Now that thing's gone and ruined the one thing I could give him"

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"Perhaps not. Was he a good kid, Lucky?" Fenris' rod is still in his hand and he's fishing amid the wreckage of the grave and casket for something. "I don't mean was he perfect or a saint. He was human. But was he a good kid. Were you proud to call him your godson?"

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"He was with the wrong crowd, helped hurt a lot of people," Jason admits pulling out a small gold locket from his pocket as he speaks slow and deliberate ", but the last time I talked to him he was getting out of it" He sits down the locked closed on the 'boys' body, who is actually just a fully grown man in a suit. "Wanted to come clean, and I couldn't be more proud of him for it"

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"That'll be enough then. Hold this." He hands him a splintered piece of wood and begins to twirl his rod. The wreckage of the casket beins to float up with the boy's body, slowly assembling itself back together in midair. "For the love and pride of a godfather," Fenris intones, his words echoing with power about the place. "For the word of a warrior tested in battle, for sake of a lost soul seeking his way do we light these fires."

The piece of wood in Lucky's hand bursts into bright crimson flames. "Set it to the casket Lucky." Beat. "Trust me. Say something for him. Send him on with your blessing. It'll matter, where he's going."

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Jason does as instructed, somewhat shocked by how it's lifting into the air, but not letting it show too much on his face. "I know I was never there for you, never helped you like I promised I would, but in spite of that, and the mistakes we would all make in your situation, I'm proud of you" While not normally for speeches either Jason just grabs the words from his heart holding that small piece of wood to the casket, his voice cracking somewhat "I'm proud that you were willing to give up the fast cars, and cheap women, and even if you didn't get the chance to, I'd have happily called you not just a godson, but a son."

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When he sets the improvised torch to the casket the whole thing catches fire much more quickly than it should. The crimson flames consume it, body and all but rather than regular ash motes of golden light seem to swirl in the breeze, like embers or fireflies but brighter. They swirl and spiral ever upward and disappear into the darkening sky. "Go to the halls of the brave…" Fenris murmurs. "Not all courage is seen on the battlefield."

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Watching the flames raise in the air, Jason still holds back the tears. If there's one time he should be crying it's now, but he just can't bring himself to. Crying should be a private affair, and he needs to remember that. It's the only thing keeping him from bursting into tears. "Have fun up there kid," Jason says rather quietly turning away from the flaming casket, his voice going even more quite as he adds "shame I can't join you"

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Fenris watches the soul fade away and then turns to go. "Never say never Lucky." He murmurs. "The world is an odd, odd place and even I am still discovering new things. Perhaps one day… you'll get to hear him say thank you, the way I just did."